red velvet room (m.j.)

Chapter XXII

A/N: Happy 2020 guys! This book is turning two this year, I can't believe! AND not only that, but this story got nominated for the MJFAs and won in the best Hidden Gems category! So thank you so much for nominating and reading this book, I couldn't continue this story today without your undying love and support (despite of the slow updates!). I hope I treat you guys well with this steamy update. *ooh la laaaa* hope you enjoy my loves - Alex xoxo

Mature Scenes 18+

*I mean it you guys, so read with caution*

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Feel this passion through your pain.

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Michael

"On my way up." I sent the text message to Samantha's number as I hastily climbed the cobbled staircase to the entrance of the hotel. Sliding through the gold revolving doors, my long legs dressed in black pants took me towards the elevator that usually ascends from this floor. 

Familiar housekeeping maid happened to be wandering around the lobby, evidently focused in her eyes and tapped her on the shoulder to ask if I could borrow something that was hers.

"Just for a moment please." I flashed a wink at her. The maid, who looked no older than Samantha, blushed under her makeup and lent me her key card. "I thank you ma'am," I said with a kiss planted on her hand as I dramatically received the card from her. Call me old-fashioned all you want, but a man still got to have some respect to the ladies.

After a simple wave over the machine that activates the floor buttons to light up and function, I handed back the card to the staff and winked at her again as the doors closed once I pressed Samantha's floor.

While ascending up, I took the time to fix the white collar of my white button up in front of a mirror and smooth down the fabric of my baby blue blazer jacket before the elevator made that dinging sound over the speakers and separated the doors for me to enter the quiet hallway.

I whipped out my phone from my pocket to check if Samantha answered my text message. Still nothing. Perhaps she was busy getting ready. I know all girls take their time in looking pretty. While it usually bored me to wait for a woman, the finished look will well be worth it, taking my breath away. Knowing Samantha, she can do just that easily.

Samantha's room came closer into view, and for some reason, I slowed down my walking pace, as if to savour every lingering moment leading up to seeing her beautiful self again. Despite only having to see her more or less twenty-four hours prior, the woman still give me the butterflies.

With a raised knuckle and a cleared throat, I lightly knocked on the silver door that caused a little echo on the outside due to its incredible quietness. Shortly, I heard shuffling footsteps approaching the door from the other side, only to have it swung open by Samantha, almost ready as it seemed, based on how her hair and makeup was done and her black fitting dress hugging her every curve, but still barefooted.

Damn, I bit my lip at the sight. I resisted the urge to pull her small body close to me and just rip off every clothing she had put on. And those breasts. Her cleavage was bulging out of her chest, screaming at me to get my needy hands to grip and squeeze them apart like kneading clay.

"Hey," she said in a small voice. Her cute little squeaks when she talked temporarily made me forget about the idea of fucking her right this instant.

"Hey," I said back with a wave, "I'm guessing you are not ready."

Samantha stepped aside to let me in quietly. I walked right through.